‘Looking foxy, Miss Valentine.’Lilly did a small twirl.The Prada suit was fantastic.‘Shame your case isn’t up to the same standard,’ he said.Lilly batted him around the head.He was right. The case was hopeless. Catalina was going down.Her mobile rang.‘You look gorgeous,’ said Jack.Lilly laughed. ‘Are you spying on me?’‘Are you fecking kidding, woman, I’ve been stalking you all morning.’‘Are you in court?’ she asked.‘Just want to see the verdict. I just want to know that this is all over, one way or another.’Lilly too was glad the trial would soon be over, that she could then see Jack again, that Sam could then come home—or as soon as she could get the decorators in. But the thought of Catalina spending years locked away made her heart turn to dust.* * *Luke had lain by Caz’s bed all night. Some of the other patients and their visitors had made rude comments about the smell, but he didn’t care.He puts his cheek next to hers and breathes her in.‘You need to brush your teeth,’ she says, her voice barely audible.He can’t even smile.
